A Spider’s Web

What is so perfect

About a spider’s web

Besides the fact

That its maker

Has mastered

Spinning and threading

The star-like figure in the corner

On its very first try?

And that,

When beads of dew are strung on,

The spider looks like royalty

In its twinkling castle of thread?

And that a grasshopper

Couldn’t escape its tight clutches?

And that it is transparent

Against a sky of grey, purple, black, or blue?

I don’t know what’s so perfect about a spider’s web.

Do you?

~Wondering Wood, 3/2009

In the Valley Below

Another poem:

Standing here, in the valley below

Watching the shadows grow and shrink

With time

Wondering if the beams of golden sunlight

Sifting their way through the trees

Could be even more peaceful and beautiful

Than they are now?

Could the grass tilting away from the breeze

Be more silent than it is now?

Could the dew from the morning

On a spider’s web

Twinkle more than it does now?

Could there be anything imperfect now

In this valley below?

~Wondering Wood, 3/2009